319 Ethnic Sociology (1/2)

After Christina and her crew left the cavern, Bruce opened his mouth at the little bat hanging on the wall.

The two sharp teeth in his mouth could be clearly seen.

Then, crimson magic power spurted out of his mouth and sank into the bat's body.

The little bad immediately expanded. When it became the size of an adult pig, it disintegrated into hundreds of smaller bats that flapped their wings and squeaked noisily in the cavern.

Bruce slightly frowned. He could barely tolerate the noise even though he was a vampire too.

But thankfully, those bats were soon regathered into a little boy who had blue hair and blue eyes.

Edmund, as a kid, fell on one of his knees and almost cried out. ”Thank you for your help, Lord Bruce.”

”That's all right.” Bruce nodded and continued after a cough, ”I can tell that you're grateful, but it's not good that you are not cooperative. The vampires of the Bruce family should always love and help each other. Our family cannot thrive unless we stand together. I know that you're not fond of Christina because you're scared that she will monopolize my love.”

Edmund shook his head hard. ”Lord Bruce, I won't think that way anymore.”

”Very good.” Bruce nodded in great comfort. ”You're both my kids, and I treat you equally. There's no need to worry. You're only half as strong as before. Take a rest for a few days. If you need virgin blood, go to Cormon. Get recovered soon. We still need you.”

Edmund almost shed hot tears even though his vampire body was cold. ”Yes, Lord Bruce.”

After Edmund left, Bruce heaved a long sigh and said, ”How exhausting.”

He closed his eyes and took a rest. Soon, a young male vampire appeared.

Different from the other vampires who were gloomy, this vampire was rather sunny and perky deep down in his soul even though his skin was pale too.

He walked to Bruce and, without bowing or greeting, gave Bruce a manuscript that was written on precious paper, before he said, ”Lord Bruce, here are some of my ideas. I hope that they can be helpful.”

”Three-Year Execution, Five-Year Planning?”

Reading the title on the cover of the manuscript, Bruce turned the pages and skimmed through them.

The male vampire explained solemnly, ”After a month of observation, I've found a lot of problems in our group. The deficiencies in our system are grave, but we can take our time to fix that. Our priority at this point is to improve the quantity and quality of our food.”

Hearing that, Bruce's eyes glittered. ”What are your thoughts?”

Bruce asked curiously, ”How are you going to provide a stable source of food?”

”It's very simple. Improve the living environment of the virgins, give them more liberty, and promote the virgins who are more inclined to us and who have leadership skills to manage the rest, so that they will be less scared of us.”

”How will we benefit from that?”

”A happy life will make the quality of their blood better. Their ability to produce blood will be improved too.” The young vampire smiled. ”More importantly, it's the first step to transform them into our vassals.”

Bruce asked in confusion, ”Why should we transform food into our vassals?”

”Don't underestimate human women.” The young vampire smiled mysteriously. ”If you raise up some human girls and teach them that they are connected to vampires, they can be our most powerful shields and spears.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes. ”That's an interesting theory. You must be a big shot among the Golden Sons.”

”Not exactly. I'm just a common graduate student…” The young vampire smiled. ”Or in the vernacular of this world, I'm a Scholar.”